Of course, this will definitely not be chosen from the sons of the current king. There is no need for Sean to teach Lao Bu. He will choose a mediocre one from other branches of the royal family to ascend to the throne.

When a new king comes to power, he will naturally move closer to the United States, which supported his rise to power. It is obvious who has the upper hand. Jordan is already beyond its capabilities to deal with the Israelis, and cannot help others at all!

Well, sometimes the relationship between the side branches and the main line is not much better than that of enemies...

Although in the words of old man David, Soros is not worthy of the title of capitalist, he is just a top capital operator who is good at financial analysis and stock market and foreign exchange operations, but Sean needs this guy now.

I had always planned to meet Soros, but I was stymied by matters at ylk. Sean is not here, who is qualified to deal with Norman and discuss the overall choice of ylk with Lao Bu?

Therefore, Sean could only make a phone call to Soros and ask him to come to Saudi Arabia to meet him.

The old man Soros is 61 years old, in good health, with his gray hair neatly combed. He wears a blue suit, walks vigorously, and gives Sean a big hug when he comes up.

I don’t know where the enthusiasm comes from.

If it weren't for Sean's invitation, Soros would still be living happily in the United States. The old guy is having fun, even though he is 61 years old.

The meeting place was in Athens, Greece. Sean’s original plan was to be in Dubai.

The meeting had a nice view, but it turned out that this madman, Silly Damu, dumped 1.5 million tons of oil in the Persian Gulf, causing less than half of the Persian Gulf to be covered with oil. Sean had no choice but to change the meeting place to Athens.

Fortunately, the scenery of the Aegean Sea is better, there are more young models here, and it is also a paradise for rich people.

The only trouble is that the special plane has to go around Egypt. There is no choice but to fly directly. Jerusalem has been reduced to a pot of porridge. Sean is afraid that the special plane will be shot down by fighter jets in the sky...

After picking up someone from the Greek airport and returning to the villa here, Sean arranged a party to entertain the old pervert. It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the two of them had time to talk about business.

In the study,

There are six pieces of paper on the desk in front of Sean. Each of these names on them is from the Hashem family. "Which one of them do you think will become the king of Ylk?"

"Ah?" Soros looked blankly at the note on the table, then looked at Sean, a trace of confusion flashed across his face and then he laughed.

He could see that Sean was preparing to give him a showdown, and he secretly curled his lips inwardly. Indeed, he was good at finance and didn't know much about politics, but since Sean came to him, it must be financial business.

You won't be able to scare him by planting a horse.

The old guy shrugged and said with a smile: "I can't judge. Besides, isn't YLK a presidential system?"

"Not soon." Sean smiled and glanced at Soros, then pointed at the note on the table with a smile, "Choose one." Soros pointed at himself, "Are we going to make a bet?"

"No." Sean shook his head, with a faint smile on his face, and knocked on the table again, "I mean, the choice of King Ylk is left to you. There are definitely not many chances of who can become a king.

, after all, it was once the third most powerful military country.”

Soros's expression changed from indifferent to astonishment, and his expression gradually became distorted, "Me? Choose King Ylk? What a joke!"

Sean shrugged, picked up the notes one by one and rolled them into balls. He bumped them randomly in his hands and scattered them on the table. He stretched out his hand and gestured to Soros, "Here, grab one."

Soros stared at Sean. He didn't think Sean was joking. He must be 100% sure if he dared to play like this. So, this is so fucking ridiculous!

King ylk, Soros, draw lots... why don't they be next to each other!

At this moment, Soros could no longer remain calm, and his heart was beating rapidly. Five minutes ago, I had never seen Soros!

5 minutes later, I have never seen this before!

He stretched out his hand in the air, his hand trembling a little. This grasp would determine the king of ylk, the hand of God!

After hesitating for a long time, he finally grabbed a paper ball and opened it tremblingly. At this time, he looked like a 61-year-old man.
Chapter completed!